Erevan nods at the gnome's request. "The cider is quite good. I had some at yesterday's opening of the fair. I haven't gotten there yet during today's opening."
He goes along, ready to talk to this curious character to see what he can learn.
((I'm going to hold off on actions, rolls, etc. until I see how things go with crazy Olwer))
Patcher dances out of the way of Olwer’s sword thrust and puts his hands up. “Hey, hey, calm down, don’t make a scene. Let’s chat over some cider. I’ll pay! I can tell you two are special, and I’ve got a proposition for you.”
Patcher says, “Thats more like it.” Then he rounds on a few gawkers who had been watching the scene and he hollers at them, “Mind your own business you docile little $#&%!@*?{£ ‘s !!” (Has some really nasty things to say to them)
Erevan agrees to hear the gnome out and have a cider. He telepathically instructs Fez to stay nearby but to buzz around a little bit (invisibly of course) and keep an eye out for any funny business. He orders three ciders and hands one to Olwer, one to the gnome.
"OK, so, what do you want to talk about?" he asks Patcher.
Erevan takes a sip of his own cider, mulling over his own response in kind. "I would say I am not entirely sure what is going on here, but it seems that somehow this town and fair and all in it are cursed to relive the same day over and over again. As you are a magic-user of great power, it seems logical to me that you might be the one causing it or at least understand why it is happening."
Patcher’s eyes flash with pure malevolent anger for just a moment, but then he sets down his mug with a big grin on his face, exposing nasty rotting teeth.
“You’re a sharp pair, there’s no fooling you. Yes, this place is cursed, and I’m the one that’s done the cursing! I’m none other than Urdlen himself! You may grovel if you like, it’s not every day you meet A GOD.”
Patcher’s eyes flash with pure malevolent anger for just a moment, but then he sets down his mug with a big grin on his face, exposing nasty rotting teeth.
“You’re a sharp pair, there’s no fooling you. Yes, this place is cursed, and I’m the one that’s done the cursing! I’m none other than Urdlen himself! You may grovel if you like, it’s not every day you meet A GOD.”
Olwer looks dubious but also thoughtful. He takes a sip before answering.
"If you are indeed a god, how is it that you appear to be trapped in this strange day along with us? You want us to do something to help you get free, maybe? Is that it, Patch...errr...Urdlen?"
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Erevan considers the declaration, thinking carefully as Olwer asks his follow-up question. It's a good one. Some sort of theory is beginning to form in Erevan's mind, but it's still only vague. He waits for Patcher/Urdlen to answer, carefully evaluating every word.
Insight to see if the gnome seems to be telling the truth 7
”You’re not listening. I said I’m CAUSING the curse. This is my doing! And I have my reasons. What I want to know is, are you willing to help me with my goal?”
Erevan’s scrutiny reveals that this gnome exudes confidence, even smugness, over his confession. He fully expects you to be impressed with his declaration.
”You’re not listening. I said I’m CAUSING the curse. This is my doing! And I have my reasons. What I want to know is, are you willing to help me with my goal?”
''I might be. But if it's not ending the curse, if you are causing this day to repeat, then what precisely is your goal, Mighty Urdlen? And what do you wish us to do to advance it? And , of course, what's in it for us?"
“Look, what I want is simple. I just want to be acknowledged for who I am, given a little respect around here. I want to be crowned Pudding King and given a place of honor at the feast tonight. But Cyrrollalee is having none of that, the little #@%!* . Every time she rejects me. I start the day over until I get what I want.
“I figure, maybe a pair of goody-two-shoes like you guys could convince her otherwise. Make her come around, see things my way, eh? As for what’s in it for you, well, I guess you’re trapped in this little loop in the meantime, so that’s what’s in it for you!” He laughs nastily at this.
Olwer pretends to be afraid, but follows.
deception
22
initiative
23
If he can get close first, he yanks his sword and stabs at the gnome.
19
if that hits
10
OOC: Let's get this party started.
Erevan nods at the gnome's request. "The cider is quite good. I had some at yesterday's opening of the fair. I haven't gotten there yet during today's opening."
He goes along, ready to talk to this curious character to see what he can learn.
((I'm going to hold off on actions, rolls, etc. until I see how things go with crazy Olwer))
((Crazy, but fun.))
Patcher initiative 6
Patcher dances out of the way of Olwer’s sword thrust and puts his hands up. “Hey, hey, calm down, don’t make a scene. Let’s chat over some cider. I’ll pay! I can tell you two are special, and I’ve got a proposition for you.”
Olwer stops as he draws back for another thrust with his sword.
He points with his weapon toward the cider stand.
"Alright, we can talk over there, as you please. It's a truce. But don't you try casting any spells on either of us."
Olwer will go and sit and talk with Patcher, but he keeps within sword's reach of the gnome in case he seems to be casting a spell.
Patcher says, “Thats more like it.” Then he rounds on a few gawkers who had been watching the scene and he hollers at them, “Mind your own business you docile little $#&%!@*?{£ ‘s !!” (Has some really nasty things to say to them)
Then he stalks off towards the cider stand.
Erevan agrees to hear the gnome out and have a cider. He telepathically instructs Fez to stay nearby but to buzz around a little bit (invisibly of course) and keep an eye out for any funny business. He orders three ciders and hands one to Olwer, one to the gnome.
"OK, so, what do you want to talk about?" he asks Patcher.
Patcher sits and sips at his cider, eyes glaring at you over his mug. This goes on for a minute or so. Finally he says,
“What exactly do you think is going on here, anyway?”
Erevan takes a sip of his own cider, mulling over his own response in kind. "I would say I am not entirely sure what is going on here, but it seems that somehow this town and fair and all in it are cursed to relive the same day over and over again. As you are a magic-user of great power, it seems logical to me that you might be the one causing it or at least understand why it is happening."
Olwer shakes his head.
"No...No, I think Patcher Moldwarp is caught in this weird repeating day, the same as us. Isn't that so?"
He stares impassively at the gnome.
Patcher’s eyes flash with pure malevolent anger for just a moment, but then he sets down his mug with a big grin on his face, exposing nasty rotting teeth.
“You’re a sharp pair, there’s no fooling you. Yes, this place is cursed, and I’m the one that’s done the cursing! I’m none other than Urdlen himself! You may grovel if you like, it’s not every day you meet A GOD.”
Olwer looks dubious but also thoughtful. He takes a sip before answering.
"If you are indeed a god, how is it that you appear to be trapped in this strange day along with us? You want us to do something to help you get free, maybe? Is that it, Patch...errr...Urdlen?"
Erevan considers the declaration, thinking carefully as Olwer asks his follow-up question. It's a good one. Some sort of theory is beginning to form in Erevan's mind, but it's still only vague. He waits for Patcher/Urdlen to answer, carefully evaluating every word.
Insight to see if the gnome seems to be telling the truth 7
Patcher (Urdlen?) shakes his head,
”You’re not listening. I said I’m CAUSING the curse. This is my doing! And I have my reasons. What I want to know is, are you willing to help me with my goal?”
Erevan’s scrutiny reveals that this gnome exudes confidence, even smugness, over his confession. He fully expects you to be impressed with his declaration.
''I might be. But if it's not ending the curse, if you are causing this day to repeat, then what precisely is your goal, Mighty Urdlen? And what do you wish us to do to advance it? And , of course, what's in it for us?"
“Look, what I want is simple. I just want to be acknowledged for who I am, given a little respect around here. I want to be crowned Pudding King and given a place of honor at the feast tonight. But Cyrrollalee is having none of that, the little #@%!* . Every time she rejects me. I start the day over until I get what I want.
“I figure, maybe a pair of goody-two-shoes like you guys could convince her otherwise. Make her come around, see things my way, eh? As for what’s in it for you, well, I guess you’re trapped in this little loop in the meantime, so that’s what’s in it for you!” He laughs nastily at this.
Olwer smiles just slightly at being described as a 'goody-two-shoes.'
"In truth, it's all the same to me who gets crowned the Pudding King. I'll consider it. And..."
He looks questioningly at Erevan.